Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can be any better than the life he has left in Romania. Has he brought his wife? Does his children go to school?
I meet his gaze, smile and say hello, hoping for a day when he can go home.
against the wind
an old scarecrow crouches —
two squirrels bicker
When I get home I prepare a slow cooked chili. I spice with cumin, oregano and chipotle. I add a little dark chocolate and tomato paste and stir it with our old wooden spoon. Did I say I said hello when I met his gaze?
Today Xenia Tran guest hosts for our haibun Monday at dVerse, and she wants us to write about compassion without mention it as a word.
May 14, 2018